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She stands there, In her own world, Siging to her music, Lost in the moment. I stand watching, Loving every inch of her, Loving every second, Lost in her and in this moment. Her shirt, Her underwear, Her soft, Beautiful, Warm, Skin. She wears her gloves Her dorky, Purple, Rubber, Dish gloves. Hairs in a bun Hips, Legs, Shoulders swaying. Soap, Dishes, And water, All of it together. I watch, My heart swells, This is my love, This is my favorite moment. This is the moment I knew. She was there, She was everything, She was perfect.... So perfect...
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
The Dishes
She stands there, In her own world, Siging to her music, Lost in the moment. I stand watching, Loving every inch of her, Loving every second, Lost in her and in this moment. Her shirt, Her underwear, Her soft, Beautiful, Warm, Skin. She wears her gloves Her dorky, Purple, Rubber, Dish gloves. Hairs in a bun Hips, Legs, Shoulders swaying. Soap, Dishes, And water, All of it together. I watch, My heart swells, This is my love, This is my favorite moment. This is the moment I knew. She was there, She was everything, She was perfect.... So perfect...
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
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